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An Excerpt of the Voices in My Head
"Cured" by the medication, my mind goes numb
Is feeling nothing better than feeling it all?
Screaming in my head becomes a constant drum
Do people really love me or can I not recall?
They say to me that I act okay, like I'm totally fine
But behind closed doors I'm crumbling
So where do I draw the line?
I have a list of names I want forever seared out of my head
The fire can burn but I won't feel it anyway
Am I scarred until I'm dead?
When the ducts finally hit their peak
And the tears they overflow
You can call me such a freak
But the lines on my thighs don't show
Cuts and slices, blood on keys
Call it my mental disease
Flashbacks play like pictures on a film
And my thoughts, they grow so dark and dim
They tell me I'm strong to carry it all
That I should feel proud that I remain still alive
But when the weight cracks my fragile facade
I'm doomed to watch everything fall
One is the crying, the sadness it brings
Two is the pretending, the smiles I enact
Three is the screams, the echoes, the lies
Four is the nightmares, that haunt me to sleep
Five is the images that cause me to scream
Six is the knife into my own skin
Seven is the death I will ensure upon them
In this life, or the next...
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Harmony Lane
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